The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The coat hung on the hook by the door, its wool darkened by the damp, its buttons missing two. You held the key in your palm, the metal cold and biting into the meat of your thumb, before you turned it in the lock of the evidence locker. Inside, the air was still, thick with the scent of old paper and formaldehyde. You pulled Silas’s coat from the shelf. It did not fall. It hung suspended in a...

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